That kind of deep love from deep in her heart came out through her dark eyes and onto his body.
Han Zhuoli's heart tightened, and he held her hand tight, fingers interlaced with hers. "Why are you so in a daze while looking at me?"
Lu Man opened her mouth and realized there were no words to describe how good this man was.
She wanted to say it out, but she realized that she didn't have the words.
If she had to use words to describe it, it could not fulfil even 10 to 20 percent of her emotions.
Lu Man then slowly closed her lips but grabbed his right hand with her two hands and gently kissed the back of it. "I don't know how to express it. I just feel that you are very good and my expression is not good enough. In this world, there is no one who can be compared to you."
When she really said it out, she realized that no matter what she said, only those few phrases would do. It was really very simple.
